They called it the Air Complex.

This gigantic building was built with college students in mind, college students with the appropriate college scholarship; but that was no obstacle six trust fund babies couldn’t overcome. With the money on our family-given accounts and the drop of our family name, the doors to the complex opened, and so did the next two years of our lives.

The Air complex was a very modern-looking building from the outside, all in white planes, glass and sharp angles. It had a beautiful swimming pool and an outdoors basketball court, and a few rooms upstairs meant to encourage the practice of sports even more.

There were exactly six rooms there, which we took possession of quickly, and turned into our own. The girls lived downstairs, on the same floor as the common room, and the two boys were neighbors upstairs, next to the common laundry room.

Charlotte and I spent more than one night in each other’s bed, talking till the morning, giggling like the teenagers we were, sharing everything we felt about everything. Living right next door to each over seemed like a perfect dream, until there came a time that we didn’t wish to tell each other everything. And then, keeping secrets from each other — from one another —became a problem.

My bedroom door in the background.